Say Fini

The closing happened. The sale went through. It's all over except paying taxes on the capital gains (which will require finding the paperwork on the trust through which it was transferred to me by my father). And I'm feeling exhausted but relieved. If there's going to be any sadness or nostalgia or regret, it hasn't set in yet. Maybe it won't. The Barn was a wonderful place, but it was really my father's place, and even he seems to feel that he got the good out of it and is okay with its being someone else's wonderful place.

So: Fini.